- Ridin' Around 歌词 Nipsey Hussle Mustard R.J.
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- R.J. Ridin' Around 歌词
- Nipsey Hussle Mustard R.J.
- Never gonna love no broke ass *****, woah
Mustard on the beat, ho!
Ridin 'round, out of bounds, 40 cal, 30 rounds
You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning
Came to get money pat on my back cause I did it
I pull up in foreign blowing smoke through the ceiling
You make it from nothing such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
My cars go fast, my pockets is fat
I take your ***** and we go shopping at Sachs
I'm a popular mack, never stop for them rats
Flipped a lot of them racks while I **** with this rap
***** hustling back so they stuck in the set
Playing Russian Roulette, me I'm puffing the best
I'm a ****ing exec, money, power, respect
All my weapons is fresh, on the west I'm a rep
I'm the ****ing connect, I could cut you a check
I could put you in the game and let you hustle the rest
I got a lust for success, you know it come with the stress
So we party every night, what the **** you expect?
Ridin 'round, out of bounds, 40 cal, 30 rounds
You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning
Never gon' love no broke ass *****
Never one broke ***** gone change me
Mister Right Back, back and she pays me
Whip the ghost like I'm bringing back slavery
Mister LA I just caught a lick
Dug it out the mud like a forklift
I'm with some balling ass bloods, some cold crips
Don't get dragged out the club like a coat, *****
I turn LA into Antarctica
The ***** switched on me it's like an audible
Dodging the feds it ain't affordable
My pull up game came with a urinal
Extendo for certain
Forties with the thirties like it's Harlems on Vernon
Man 'cause ****** up in LA barbies
Rappers want me get some help and sell their merch
Ridin 'round, out of bounds, 40 cal, 30 rounds
You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning
Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
They see that we winning
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